The sun had just began to rise and he could feel its warmth bask down on his pale white skin. A trade mark to his Elven heritage. He closed his eyes and took in the scent of the fresh dew around him. His bare feet could feel the moisture in the grass with each step he took. With a slow easy pull he unsheathed his blade and let its tip trace a circle around him on the ground. "Sing to me White-Fang" he whispered to his blade as it shimmered with a magical blue light.
Alurvelve began to spin and dance alongside his blade as it whipped about him like an extension from his hand. Every stroke was masterfully controlled as he weaved a defensive circle around his body. He was impenetrable, he was Untouchable. Softly he began to hum an Elvish song and magic flashed alive. Encasing his body with the raw power of the Ancients. Louder his words were lifted to the sky as his feverish danced hastened. Sweat began to glisten his snow white skin as the sword dance played out.
Suddenly his sword bit into the ground beneath him as he knelt. His long silver hair fell in front of his face as his chest heaved for air. Slowly he rose back to his feet and retrieved his sheath. He still had a long journey ahead of him if he wanted to reach Silverpeak Castle. There was troubling news that had to be brought to The People.